January 11, 2005

The older I get, the better I was...

So, the average age of my MBA class is somewhere in the neighborhood of 26. For those of you that know me, you'll know that I generally used to hang out with a much older crowd (with some geezers in the four-oh club!!). Whether it's my wise old soul or my obvious sense of maturity, for whatever reason, I seemed to be around older people. Perhaps it is my intolerence all things sophomoric and idiotic (there is an exception called the "ben stiller rule" and the occasional episode of Jackass). Anyways, I'm on the older side of my class...not to mention the oldest in my study group. Some thought I was 25....as if that's a comfort. To quote my Pita... Suck it!

So the reason I brought up this subject, I came out of "retirement" today at the gym and played a little of the basketball. I used to be quite the "balla" as the youths say these days. I'm a deadly inbounder, not to mention I had a pretty decent shot from 20' and in. I used to get upset that my shot hit the rim instead of going clean through (no...I don't have Torrett's syndrome). These days, I am a golfer who's decent at shooting a basketball.

So, it started innocently enough, I was shooting around and was asked to play some 3 on 3. Not bad, 5 out of our team's 8 pts. We did get waxed, but I acheived my two goals 1)I was not retarded out there and 2) no torn ligaments or groins. Next, we had enough for a full court 5 on 5. I was taking it easy most of the game (read: playing offense and no defense), then I steal the ball and go up for a layup and WHAM!....my calf muscle hardens up like a 3 day old bagel. Holy crap it hurt. It felt like my calf was making a fist. I was terrified that I tore something...but after a bit of initial panic, I was a bit calmer. A girl that was playing ball with us helped me out and said, "if you tore something, you'd be crying like a little girl". I thought to myself,"are you crying like a little girl?....no"....ok, solid.

Anyways, I'm at home icing the crap out of my fistcalf. Oh well, at least it wasn't my groin.

All for now...
TC

Posted by tc at January 11, 2005 05:05 PM
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You kids with your big pants and your ballin' and your fistcalfs - get offa my lawn!

Posted by: CUJoe at January 12, 2005 02:25 PM
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